Stone Circle ᚠᚢᚲᚴ ᚤᛟᚢ

the crows above squawk in sharp warning. alerting the man of the north to the presence before weight and muscle collide. it is violent and it is swift; rocking the foundation that was Vémundr's readied stance. the viking is larger, more imposing. heavy with his blow. Vé's claws dig shallow grooves into the earth as he is tossed against the trunk of a pine. it trembles beneath the violent wake, shedding needles that find a home within the two viking's fur.

teeth pierce the flesh of his shoulder and is met with a wild, pained snarl. he is cornered and he is overwhelmed, but he will not relent. he will not bow. his lips curl to reveal yellowed teeth as he whips his head to find the mark of the man's face. tooth slicing through flesh to sink and anchor. he fights and thrashes against the tree and the mountain of a man to free himself, but it is futile.